Lazybone...
is there a place in earth where
happiness exists like a mountain
of chocolates and a sea of
brewed coffee?
(Translate as: a happy place
do you still like chocolates? or coffee toffee?)
if such place exists, perhaps i want to go
there and spend some time there
and then i will send you a letter and tell you
that you are not a liar.
(What is the idea really? what is the point?)
you want to know? Figure it out.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee
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Da quanto tempo sei li, cos
Hai gi preparato il caff
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
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Coffee!
Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !
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Scared Of Girls
An introverted kinda soul,
The earth did open,
Swallow whole,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Her next of kin who lived in sin,
Was asking God to let her in,
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Careenin,
Careenin,
Careenin,
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Guaranteed in your bed,
I gotta place it on the rack,
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Got a place inside it,
Got a place inside it,
An extroverted kinda girl,
Did tour the world with mc5,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Her younger sister, had a blister
Where I kissed her on her thigh
Careenin,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Careenin,
Im a man a liar
Guaranteed in your bed,
I gotta place it on the rack,
Got a place inside it,
Im a man a liar
Guaranteed in your bed,
I gotta place it on the rack,
Got a place inside it,
Got a place inside it,
Got a place inside it,
Im a man a liar
Get into your bed,
I gotta place it on the rack,
Got a place inside it,
Im a man a liar
Guaranteed in your bed,
I gotta place it on the rack,
I got a place inside it,
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Guaranteed in your bed,
I gotta place it on the rack,
Got a place inside it,
Got a place inside it,
Got a place inside it.
song performed by by Placebo
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Chocolates
sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chocolate!
Chocolates, Chocolates, Chocolates,
Milk- chocolate, Mint-chocolate and semi-sweet,
Yummy dark chocolate is such a treat.
Chocolate yoghurt, sauce and chips,
And the chocolate dips,
One can have lot of sips.
Some are hard, some are smooth,
But at times give you saw-tooth,
Chocolate-shake, Hot chocolate are some drinks,
Which makes you wink.
Chocolate to express your love,
Which makes you feel above,
Chocolate to say sorry,
And then no worry.
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Or is just a mystery?
Or is chocolate a delight?
But, chocolates are just so right.
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Eluding Happiness
The bliss of happiness,
is something I always seem to miss,
Is it beautiful to be happy?
I can see the joys of happiness...
but how can you truly know something exists if you cannot feel it yourself?
Happiness might have tried to enter my heart at some point...
But what was the point where I denied?
Should I have let it in....
Would I have been a differant person?
So many questions arise in this moment,
To see the lives happiness touches,
This final question gets me ever time.....
Why can't happiness Touch the life thats mine.
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Patty’s Mother Earth Coffee House
With happy smile and calming effect,
Patty at Mother Earth Coffee House is humble yet.
She always has a listening ear, she is honest, she is sincere.
No other coffee house is quite like hers,
for it has a warm heart, like Mother Earth.
Patty’s Mother Earth coffee house is quite unique,
it has a Earthly feel with gypsy mystic.
In the year 2007, Jim my friend who came along with me
visited Les Beans at the time and met warm hearted Patty.
I was once on stage with Razel at Patty’s place,
She’s a puppet with 2 evil eyes on her pale felt face.
Even Razel knows Patty’s coffee café,
is for connecting with people- having Fun all in one day.
Zoey the cat is a regular on cushy chair, sleeping, you can still pet her cat hair.
Patty has open mics with singers, with a Friday comedy night.
Performers feel comfortable on stage for Mother Earth has soothing light.
With colorful parrot and paintings on the wall,
even the bathroom is cozy, perfect not too small.
So when you are in the city of Lake Worth,
Please visit Patty at her coffee house Mother Earth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Beautiful
The time is right
I'm gonna pack my bags
And take that journey down the road
Cause over the mountain I see the bright sun shinning
And I want to live inside the glow
Yeah
I wanna go to place where I am nothing and everything
That exists between here and nowhere
I wanna got to a place time has consequence oh yeah
The sky opens to my prayers
I wanna go to beautiful
song performed by by India.Arie from Acoustic Soul
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Meaningless
Today I awakened and
I ran and ran and ran-
Headed towards no place
In particular –
I pleaded for help, but
Nobody came so
I stood up and ran and ran and ran-
Toward nowhere but knowing that
There is no such thing as nowhere-
Every place is some place, even
If it has no name-
Even if its name defines it as it
Not being a place-
There must be someplace that awaits me-
Today I am destined to go and
I don’t know where to but I must keep on believing
That there exists a place just for me-
I picked flowers along the way and
I cried hard yesterday- in this moment
My life has no meaning and
That is why I call my destiny nowhere –
I shall run and run and run until
The day I die-
I may not find my home until that day and
No one knows where people go
After they die-
But believe me-
Everyone goes somewhere
Even if nobody knows where- and
I can still pick flowers on the way- as
My cry for help has been silenced.
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Black Coffee
Feat. merry clayton
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee
She told me that shed always be thinkin of me
She said she wanted me to know that she really did love me
She said she never put no one else above me
Except her monkey, shes like a junkie
Just like a junkie, just like a junkie
It was april 25th, its up around 80
Found a spot out in the park where the grass is shady
She said her moms from jamaica said her fathers from haiti
Such a pretty lady, shes such a lady
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
She left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee, just like black coffee , just like black coffee
song performed by by Everlast
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beautiful
The time is right
Im gonna pack my bags
And take that journey down the road
Cause over the mountain I see the bright sun shinning
And I want to live inside the glow
Yeah
I wanna go to place where I am nothing and everything
That exists between here and nowhere
I wanna got to a place time has consequence oh yeah
The sky opens to my prayers
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Please understand that it not that I dont care
But right know these wall are closing in on me
I love you more than I love life itself
But I need to find a place were I can breathe
I can breathe
I wanna go to place were I can hold the intangible
And let of the pain with all my might
I wanna go to a place where I am suspended in ecstasy
Some where between dark and light
Where wrong becomes right
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
song performed by by India Arie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Definition of happiness
ITS A place we have all been to:
a place were difficulties are forgotten
were only joyful events are certain
its a place you cant go to everyday
when you get there not long enough you can stay
a place safe and secure
a shield that deflects any bad thing that could accrue
a place were poise and pride are not neglected
a place were negative thoughts, ideas are not selected
a place far away from here
a place that does not recognize fear
a place that needs along time to get to
yet you arrive and forget any negative thing you have been through
a place that effects so deep
a place were you cant fall asleep
a place that does not exist
yet we have all been there I still insist
a place that’s not defined as a dream or a fantasy
a place that is only called happiness and ecstasy
Yet it is the most beautiful place
where sound of laughter and shape of smile race
on ones face like it would be in grace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Thick At that! ...And Glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
If you talk about someone
In a negative light,
What makes that which is expressed,
Alright to dance on gossip licked lips?
Thick
At that...
And glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
We know of no one's true feelings,
But our own.
No conflicts inflicted will be felt,
With a depthness known,
No one knows...
Who's in bed with who,
And who is left alone.
But there is no stopping,
Having a fling or two
With someone new.
Who knows what to do,
With a stiffened bone!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
How much has been changed
To arrange point of views,
By those who discreetly
Do what they do!
How much admitted,
Actually exists...?
Has driven misfits
To even more exposure.
And Rod Sterling has passed...
To worlds beyond Twilight Zones.
And he was very comfortable,
With discussing 'possibilities'!
If it is worthy to admit
Situations believed to be unfit...
One must sit and evaluate,
Being in someone's business not theirs...
How much actually exists?
And whoever committed an admission...
Please admit it!
So we can move 'that hell',
Away from here and us.
And perhaps that 'thick-and-glossy' act
Has been given to attract minds,
Off course!
And all the time.
Will be chased to another place.
And heads here can begin to erect first,
With perception.
Instead of inflated egos wishing to sweat.
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
Well that all depends
On how well the re-enactments
Are delivered in a heightened freshness!
And the staleness is forgiven,
Of prior performances claimed.
Thick at that,
And glossy had more rumors to spread.
That's how she kept her lips supple!
And prepared to use if she had to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Bitter Coffee... A Sweet Coffee
The age is running and I am still drinking my bitter coffee,
To when the story of this coffee belongs? !
Coffee and chocolate are so deferent in their tastes
But in several times
It happens that they have the same color.
It seems that the similarity of them is the same of features of the fortune reader.
When she gazes the cup of the coffee
But I am not so familiar with chocolate
Even I am not familiar with the talisman countenances of the hex.
I remember that once I asked him to give me a bitter coffee
Yet he has made a permanent bitter one
Each time he brings me the same coffee in the same cup
A question c0mes to my mind and I ask it to myself:
If we do not like the coffee, why we do drink it?
Do you think it is our destiny as my birth story?
I was born without my desire
Thus with each sip of the coffee
The destiny stops me not to tear the chocolate cover
to sweeten my coffee.
poem by Chnar Namq
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Between our dreams and then our lives.
There's a little place that lies
Between our dreams and then our lives
Its a place where we should always spend some time.
Its the place where lovers meet
Its the place that on the street
Separates me from simply what is mine.
Its the place where bank accounts
And concerns about amounts
Take second place to what it is that matters.
Its sometimes hidden in the mind
But its there for us to find
If we will only just stop idle chatter.
It's a place that is our own
It's been with us while we've grown
It's the inner peace within the outer wrapping.
It's not taught to you at school
And doesn't follow any rules
It's the soul we have and without which we're lacking.
poem by David Keig
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Black Coffee (feat. Merry Clayton)
She smelled like flowers, she taste like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me soflty
Got to close and she back up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee
She told me that she alway be thinkin of me
She said she wanted me to know that she really did love me
She said she'd never put no one above me
Except for monkey, she like a junky
Just like a junky
Just like a junky
Its April 25th its up around 80
Found a spot out in the park where the grass was shady
Said mom from Jamaica, her father Haiti
Such a pretty lady, she such a lady
She smelled like flowers, she taste like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me soflty
Got to close and she back up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee (x3
song performed by by Everlast
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The smell of coffee
The smell of coffee
that is boiling in the early morning
goes right through the room
and it reminds me of you,
that makes the most wonderful coffee.
It stands at work
and boils black in a machine
and I hear it gurgle
like a fountain
that wants to flow over.
I wonder if you
are getting coffee at that place,
or is it too healthy there
that they only stay
with fruit juice.
At times a person needs to be
silent over the things in life,
but I want to grab every day
and build a wonderful life
with you and make the very best of it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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